Ever since Nangong Yifan appeared at Divine Weapon Manor, youths like Wuming Yuanzhi and Kong Ci had challenged him, eager to test the strength of the All-Heaven Star Domain’s top genius.
Without exception, Nangong Yifan ignored them all.
His arrogance, aloofness, and disdain left a deep impression on the youths.
Before today, no one could have imagined that, aside from Linghu Hongfei, anyone from the Ancestral Martial Star Domain could provoke Nangong Yifan into action.
But now, they knew someone could.
This person not only forced Nangong Yifan to act but drove him to the brink of madness.
That person was Chu Feng.
It was clear to all that Nangong Yifan’s sudden attack wasn’t about a friendly spar. After being utterly humiliated by Chu Feng in the chess array, he sought revenge.
As Nangong Yifan made his move, Lord Shoujian’s gaze turned icy.
He wouldn’t allow Nangong Yifan to act recklessly here.
Nor would he let him harm Chu Feng.
But soon, his expression shifted, and he refrained from intervening.
*Whoosh—*
A figure darted from the crowd, overtaking Chu Feng and charging straight at Nangong Yifan.
It was Wuming Yuanzhi.
Wuming Yuanzhi rushed forward, throwing a punch at Nangong Yifan.
Facing the oncoming fist, Nangong Yifan didn’t dodge. He met it with a punch of his own.
*Boom—*
The collision of fists sent ripples through the air. Though made of flesh, the sound was sharper than clashing steel.
Both were Second Rank Venerables. After the clash, Nangong Yifan landed steadily.
But Wuming Yuanzhi was sent flying, stumbling back several steps upon landing to stabilize himself.
*Hiss—*
The crowd gasped, unease rippling through them.
Wuming Yuanzhi was no ordinary figure—he was one of the Ancestral Martial Star Domain’s top geniuses.
Yet, at the same cultivation level, this single punch had put him at a disadvantage.
While others worried for him, Wuming Yuanzhi seemed unfazed, his expression defiant, as if he, not Nangong Yifan, had the upper hand.
“Nangong Yifan, you’re not worthy to face my brother Chu Feng. If you want to fight him, you’ll have to get through me first,” Wuming Yuanzhi declared.
He turned and winked at Chu Feng, acting like they were lifelong friends, a far cry from the brute who’d once tried to force Chu Feng into a fight.
“When did my brother Chu Feng become *your* brother?” Kong Tianhui asked.
“Just now,” Wuming Yuanzhi said loudly.
Seeing this, Chu Feng realized Wuming Yuanzhi wasn’t just an arrogant, unreasonable hothead.
He was more like a temperamental, straightforward, and impulsive person who followed his whims.
In that moment, Chu Feng’s annoyance toward him lessened.
It wasn’t just because Wuming Yuanzhi stood up for him—his personality was actually quite amusing.
“Hmph,” Nangong Yifan scoffed disdainfully at Wuming Yuanzhi’s words, then said impatiently, “I’ll give you one piece of advice: stay out of this. Leave now, and I’ll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, you’ll regret this choice for the rest of your life.”
“Yo, I never thought you, Nangong Yifan, would either stay silent or spew nonsense so naturally. I’m starting to see you in a new light,” Wuming Yuanzhi shot back sarcastically.
“I’ve said what I needed to. If you’re courting death, I’ll oblige,” Nangong Yifan said coldly.
“Arrogant punk, I’ve been itching to test your skills. Today, let’s see what you’re really made of.”
Wuming Yuanzhi snorted, flicking his wrist. A longsword appeared in his hand.
The silver sword was plain, devoid of radiance, exuding an ancient aura.
Yet its sharp presence was undeniable—no one would question its power.
It was a Half-Complete Venerable Weapon.
With it, Wuming Yuanzhi’s combat power surged.
But that wasn’t all. As he brandished the weapon, a dazzling glow enveloped him.
Golden light shone, and a massive phantom appeared in the void above—a golden lion.
Divine Power!!!
With his Divine Power unleashed, Wuming Yuanzhi’s cultivation rose from Second Rank Venerable to Third Rank Venerable.
*Whoosh—*
His cultivation boosted, Wuming Yuanzhi stepped forward, turning into a streak of light as he charged at Nangong Yifan.
“Hmph.”
Facing the assault, Nangong Yifan merely sneered. A radiant glow enveloped him, and a giant warrior phantom appeared in the void above.
It was also Divine Power!!!
No surprise—Nangong Yifan’s Divine Power boosted his cultivation as well.
In an instant, the two clashed.
They didn’t rely on intricate martial techniques, opting for direct, brutal combat.
This time, Wuming Yuanzhi held his own against Nangong Yifan for ten rounds.
But after ten rounds, he was still forced back.
Now, even Wuming Yuanzhi’s expression darkened.
Though he’d lasted ten rounds before being repelled, his face was grim.
He knew he wielded a Half-Complete Venerable Weapon, while Nangong Yifan fought empty-handed.
Even with the weapon’s aid, he couldn’t match Nangong Yifan and was pushed back after ten rounds.
Though he hated to admit it, he recognized the vast gap between them.
“Wuming Yuanzhi, just get lost. Stop humiliating yourself. We told you, you’re not even in the same league as Nangong Yifan,” the All-Heaven youths jeered, seizing the chance to mock him loudly.
